Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
Watching


All the commotion
The kiddie like play
It has people talking
Talking


You
Your sex is on fire


The dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Head while I'm driving
I'm driving


Soft lips are open
Them knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying


You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire


Hot as a fever
Rattle of bones
I could just taste it
Taste it


If it's not forever
But there's just tonight
Oh we're still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest


You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire


Consumed
With what's to transpire


And you
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire